Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.